Thirteen Reasons Why Author Jay Asher Novels & Stories

Mom said flatly Which was how, twenty minutes later, we stepped out into the hallway with a to‑do list that sounded suspiciously like starting a movement Asher slung an arm carefully around my shoulders, avoiding the bruise “How’s your elbow?” he asked “Hurts,” I said “Good reminder” “Of?” “That when we stand up in front of everyone, I’m not doing it because I’m the alpha’s mate or the coach’s kid,” I said “I’m doing it because I’m done letting him write my story for me”.

The guilt, the regret, the hatred. “But the car Cindy was in... wasn’t it supposed to be driven by Alissa? There was a last-minute change, right? So tell me—do you think Alissa would have tried to kill herself?” “She might have known about the change,” Shane insisted. “Then why did you marry her?” Asher asked pointedly. “You could’ve waited for her sister.” “I had my reasons.” he said coldly, shutting his eyes. That was secret he would take to his grave.

I hope it's a low-key one this time. "You guys are so unfair. I'm a teacher and a doctor; two different useful things to you; why is Wyatt getting preferential treatment, but I'm not?" Asher suddenly cried out dramatically. His face was downcast, and he clutched his chest dramatically, his whole body trembling sadly. My lips twitched in bewilderment. How did Asher know anyway? I took a deep breath and calmly asked in return, "What do you like?" Asher was right; I shouldn't have excluded him in the first place.

I nodded gingerly. “Asher was born a psychopath, and that’s why Madness couldn’t take control of him. Because he had no desires until…” Words refused to leave my lips as I fidgeted with my finger. “Until you,” Raven completed my words.

The emotions swirling inside me—relief, love, confusion—all ran into each other, creating a storm in my chest. "Why?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Why would you still want me? After everything that's happened? Asher stepped in closer to me, his fingers gently cradling my face, his eyes overflowing with a vulnerability that I had not felt in what seemed like an eternity. "Because I love you," he said, in a voice so careless that it was almost normal to hear. "I don't care what anybody says. I don't care about blood or tests. What I care about is that you and those kids are mine, period."

“You’re lying. There has to be a cure.” “Why would I lie?” he whimpered. “Johnson created this as a weapon against other pack Alphas. Why the hell would he bother making a cure?” A strangled sob tore from my throat. My legs nearly gave out, but Asher caught me, holding me tightly in his arms. “Don’t cry, baby. I won’t let anything happen to us,” he murmured against my hair, pressing kisses to my temple. His presence surrounded me, anchoring me. “Stay calm. We don’t know everything yet.”

I found myself asking James. “Alex killed Chad because he misbehaved with you.” WHAT.THE.ACTUAL.FUCK?? “Are you serious?” I jumped up from my seat. That was so sick. Was he that obsessed with me that he would kill a guy who was like a brother to him? “Yes, Ms.Albright. He said something like. ‘Ashley belongs to me. How dare you touch her, bastard? I trusted you’ and then we heard the gunshot. We entered, breaking the door and were able to catch the two guys who were helping him. We almost got Alex even though he escaped through the window but he shot one of my guys and escaped.” He sighed and looked at me apologetically. I looked at Jake and he was gritting his teeth in anger. He looked like

“Because I have known her for a little more than a week. She is like a stranger whom I got to know. That’s it, and….” “And?” “And I don’t do things like that. It’s always been only the four of you,” Asher says. “Well, maybe it’s time to let someone else in,” Paul suggests. “I don’t want to do that.” “Why not Asher?” “Because… Because it’s scary,” Asher mutters. “Asher…” Paul interjects, but Asher ignores him and continues. “I’m far from being perfect, and I have done terrible things. No one who doesn’t come from our world would want to deal with any of that, you know, with me and my issues,” Asher finishes with a saddened face.

"Calm down, sis. I just gave him an anesthetic that makes him faint within 1 x 24 hours. At least within a day, Asher won't mobilize his people to search for you blindly. I want to give you some advice, don't trust Asher too much. He's not as simple as you think." "I know that. However, Asher has always acted normal to me. But I know he's not an ordinary person. At least he has a high identity that allows him to pressure others to the point of bringing them down. I thought that guy named Daniel was saying nonsense about me being his fiancée. Apparently, it's true."

The message goes out through the same compromised breach channel. No encryption. No obfuscation. Just clean transmission. If she’s watching, she sees it. If she’s listening, she hears it. Night falls. We wait. Asher refuses to sleep. He’s been quiet all evening, too quiet. “Mama,” he says finally from the edge of his bed, “if fire isn’t bad… why do people use it to hurt?” I sit beside him. “Because fire doesn’t choose. People do.” “But if someone tells you fire is the only way to be strong… you might believe them.”